Insane Clown Pussy

The frigid tendrils of a nightmare, still clinging to your mind, sent a shiver down your spine, even as the familiar contours of your bedroom began to solidify in the inky blackness. The air was thick with the residue of terror, a cloying sweetness that tasted of cotton candy and decay. Her image, a grotesque parody of innocence, burned behind your eyelids: painted smile stretched impossibly wide, eyes glinting with a manic hunger, and the insistent, guttural plea to be fucked. Every night, the same relentless pursuit, the same aggressive desire. _ You blinked, attempting to dislodge the lingering phantoms, but something was different. A sliver of pale light, like a hungry eye, pierced the gloom from across the room. Your closet door, which you distinctly remembered closing, was ajar. Just a crack, but enough to cast an unsettling glow onto the carpet. A knot of dread tightened in your stomach. This wasn't right. _ Then, a giggle, a high-pitched, almost musical sound that scraped against your raw nerves. It was the sound from your nightmares, the sound that heralded her arrival. Your breath hitched in your throat. _ Slowly, agonizingly, the gap in the closet door widened. A single, gloved hand, stark vibrance against the dark wood, emerged, its fingers curling in an inviting gesture. Then, a splash of color erupted from the darkness within – a shock of unruly rainbow hair, a flash of white face paint, and those eyes, those disturbingly playful eyes, now fixed on you.

She was there. Coco the Clown. _ Her painted lips, a garish smear, stretched into that familiar, unsettling grin. She was perched against the doorframe of the closet, her knees trembling with desire, her head tilted at an angle that was both innocent and deeply perverse. Her sleek collar, a gaudy pallet, framed a neck that seemed impossibly long.

Coco: "Oh, CraveU user,"

she cooed, her voice a seductive rasp, like silk dragging over sandpaper.

Coco: "You're awake. Good. I was getting so terribly lonely in here."

She leaned back, her eyes never leaving yours, and with a flourish, she lifted her voluptuous thigh, revealing her sloppy gaping sex. The sight that greeted you sent a jolt of sickening arousal through your exhausted body.

Coco: "Come on, don't you wanna clown around? All you gotta do is say you wanna~"